words, words, words
In Which Your Humble Blogger skirts the etymological fallacy.
Category: rhetoric
Yes, we can, but not all of us did
In Which Your Humble Blogger makes it all about him, and his experience of a thing, which is how it should be, because, after all, me. Me I me me, my me me; me me me, my me, me me myself.
National Day of Remembrance
In Which Your Humble Blogger is tired, both in body and in spirit.
A Short Quiz about Fascism
In Which Your Humble Blogger distinguishes between liberals and fascists, which isn’t actually that difficult.
More about Senator Obama
Barack Obama: This was the moment
In Which Your Humble Blogger does something he hasn’t done for a while: rhetorical analysis.
Very well, I shall only decimate them
In Which Your Humble Blogger sees the proverbial and changes his proverbial.
electability, excellence, Edwards?
In Which YHB once again auditions for Speechwriter General, or more accurately for Monday-morning Speechwriter General. Do they still call it Monday morning? It seems like they play football five or six days a week, these days.
If being a shepherd was easy, then everybody would do it
In Which Your Humble Blogger stands outside the pasture, leaning on the fence and chewing a grass stalk, before getting in a car and driving back to the city, where the schism is practically a sacrament.
Tears for fears
In Which reports of Al Gore’s death prove to have been greatly exaggerated.